Made For This Day

What were we made for if not for this day? 

This one and only very special, one-of-a-kind day. 

A day that will never happen again. 

The boring and the mundane strike me. Take hold of me and consume most of my body, most of this day. I walk to get coffee, and I wave to the neighbor girl as I stroll by.

How do I not know her name? 

I worry the dish won't be done on time. 

I worry the guests are about to arrive and I have nothing worth giving them. 

Just Macy. Happy and tail wagging all the time. Surely this is enough. 

Today is Sunday. A day we’re supposed to rest -  soak up the glory of God and all his creation. 

Not this day, though. This Sunday comes with the scaries. Today, I worry and today, I wasted much of the day. I noticed the dread and I sat in it, stared at it, fixated on it. It would barely let me go. No movement and little real flow. A day intended for rest turned into a day full of friction. 

What about tomorrow?? What will I do? What’s in store? What if bad things that once happened in the past happen again and we didn’t prepare today? 

God tells us - you will have bread to eat. Why do you worry? 

Manna - but only if you believe. 

Do you believe?  

I do. I am tired  and I am weary. I fight invisible enemies that have stolen the bigness of this day and yet, I will start fresh and new tomorrow, on a better day. 

The friction and fragility of life is felt in big and small ways by me every single day, and yet, I am still growing through it.